Monthly Archives: July 2010

Mel Gibson is Trying to Kill TMZ

TMZ spotted jumping a shark off the coast of Malibu.

I don’t know if y’all know, but Radar Online and TMZ have been warring over this Mel Gibson story.  I read an article somewhere (I can’t remember where and I’m seriously not about to try and find out because I should be lying by a pool with some sort of tasty beverage in my hand) that discussed how Radar Online is going to milk these Mel GIbson shenannies for all they are worth.  Oksana Grigorieva apparently has a lot more recordings up her sleeve, and supposedly has granted Radar Online exclusive rights to the story.  (I really did read that somewhere.  I don’t remember where though.  Hmmm.)

Anyway, now TMZ is reporting that Mel Gibson threatened to kill Harvey Levin, TMZ’s top dog.  Who told TMZ?  Why Oksana, of course.

There’s a story circulating that Oksana Grigorieva told authorities Mel Gibson plotted to break the kneecaps of a “Hollywood figure.” Well that story is about TMZ’s Harvey Levin, spoon-fed by Oksana’s people.


The story is much wilder than reported. Earlier this week, Oksana’s rep, Steve Jaffe, told Harvey that Mel had described to Oksana a plot to kill Harvey. Jaffe said Oksana claimed Mel told her he was furious that TMZ broke the story about the anti-Semitic rant following Mel’s 2006 DUI arrest. Jaffe said Oksana told him Mel had said he wanted the “blood of Jews” on his hands.


According to Jaffe, Oksana said Mel told her he had someone do “surveillance” on Harvey earlier this year, having him followed to the gym at 4 AM.


The plan, Jaffe said, was to “kidnap” Harvey, strip him, take him deep into the desert, break his kneecaps and leave him to die.

Jaffe told Harvey the story on the heels of complaining that a particular TMZ post was not favorable enough to Oksana.

Holy cow, there’s, like, a story circulating, y’all!  And you know where it’s circulating!  In TMZ’s mind!

Like I said, I heard that Radar had exclusive rights to the story and that TMZ is all pissed off about it.  So maybe TMZ is just making shit up to get some mileage out of these Gibson shenannies.  Or maybe Oksana and her rep really are stupid enough to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.  The whole world hates Mel Gibson now!  (Except for most people in Arizona.)  Why the hell would she be making this crap up?

Harvey, I think you’re losing it, buddy.  I think maybe you’re coming down with a case of the crazies.

Also, my best friend’s sister’s boyfriend’s brother’s girlfriend heard from this guy who knows this kid who’s going with the girl who saw Harvey pass out at 31 Flavors last night. I guess it’s pretty serious.

Why am I still writing about this crap?  It’s mimosa-thirty.

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Gandhi Vandalized Halle Berry's House

TMZ is really grasping at straws.

TMZ, which is, as we all know, the most reputable news source around aside from News, Fox is claiming that some someone vandalized Halle Berry’s front gate… by spray painting a picture of Gandhi on it?

Um.

What?

Halle Berry is such a zen person, it’s not surprising she’s into Gandhi … but when he shows up at her house it’s a case for the cops.


The face of Mahatma Gandhi mysteriously appeared on the front gate of Halle’s L.A. home today — in the form of teeny tiny pink graffiti.


We’re told someone in Halle’s house called police to report the vandalism. The cops came, but so far … no suspects.


Peace out.

That’s the whole story.  No seriously.  I just spent 6 minutes writing this post.  That’s six minutes I’ll never get back.  Why am I still typing?  I’ve got drinking and barbecuing to do.

Grease out.

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Drinking Beer from A Dead Squirrel?

Scottish people are crazy.

A bunch of Scottish people decided it would be a good idea to make a 55% alcohol by volume beer, pour it into a dead squirrel, and sell it for $765.  That’s seven hundred sixty-five dollars.  AMERICAN DOLLARS.

First, what the hell is going on in the world where people are drinking beer from dead animal carcasses?

Second, what the hell is going on in my brain that is making me totally want to drink one?

Third, will somebody please slap some sense into me?

In my defense, however, the beer is 55% alcohol!  Do you know how much alcohol that is?  It’s more than half.  It’s like… I don’t know what it’s like.  I’m bad at math.  It’s a fuckload though.  Let’s just say that and move on:

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Angry and Black: Even Visual Thesaurus Agrees

Somebody’s collar is about to get popped, yo.


Tumer Willis… she has been activated.  As such, I’m trying to decide whether to set something on fire, stab something, or stab something while at the same time setting that very thing on fire.  I’m angry, is what I’m saying, albeit irrationally and hormonally so (probably Minotaurally, too).

And thanks to Visual Thesaurus (a program that is the coolest fucking program I’ve ever used in my entire life, and no, I’m not exaggerating, and yes I’m a big word nerd), I can say that Tumer is making me not only angry, but also wrothful, irascible, umbrageous, and smouldering (with or without unnecessary U!), choleric, and hot under the collar, which leads me to wonder: If you are hot under the collar, but you are wearing more than one collar,  are you hot under each collar?  Or just, like, the bottom collar?

I’m only asking, because this guy:

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Kings of Leon Attacked By Birds; Pooped off Stage

I don’t make this stuff up, people.

Well if you're gonna sing with your mouth open, you're gonna get some poop in there. That's SCIENCE.

The Kings of Leon had to cut their concert short in St. Louis last night after a flock of seagulls pigeons decided to crap all over them.  It’s okay to laugh.  That’s just what one does in these sorts of situations:

Pooping pigeons forced the Kings of Leon to abandon their St. Louis, Missouri, concert after just three songs Friday night, the rock band’s management said Saturday.


An infestation of the birds in the rafters of the Verizon Amphitheatre bombarded the musicians as soon as they took the stage, according to Andy Mendelsohn of Vector Management.


“Jared (Followill) was hit several times during the first two songs,” Mendelsohn said of the band’s bassist.


“It’s not only disgusting — it’s a toxic health hazard. They really tried to hang in there,” Mendelsohn added.


Followill, who describes himself as a “germophobe,” said there was already poop on his pedal and carpet when he walked out on stage.


The aerial attack began during the opening song — “Closer” — when he was bombed in the face. His bass tech wiped most of it off with a sanitary wipe, he said.


Excrement struck each of his arms over the next two numbers, he said.


“I was hit by pigeons on each of the first three songs,” he said. “We had 20 songs on the set list. By the end of the show, I would have been covered from head to toe.”

Wow.  What a shitty venue.

I bet the Queens of Leon are laughing their asses off.

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If You Don’t Nominate Angry Black Lady Chronicles for the Black Weblog Awards, The Terrorists Win.

You don’t like terrorists, do you?


Prove that you believe it by nominating me for the 2010 Black Weblog Awards.

Hey, remember how I’m trying to win the black part of the Internet?  Remember how I’ve been annoying you about it for weeks?  Well the annoyance is almost over!

Just click this link and follow the instructions!

There are only two days left! I will shut up about it after July 25!  Nominate me for Best Humor, Best Writing, Best Gossip, and/or Blog to Watch.

That’s two days.

Five minus three days.  Two times one days.  The square root of four days.

Please nominate me.  Tell your friends to nominate me! If you already have, thank you.  Your pie is in the mail.***

If you have tried and failed, try another computer.  The voting is tied to IP address.

If you are some sort of computer hacker genius, then HACK THE PLANET!  (But vote for me first.)

And remember, if you don’t vote, the terrorists win.  And then they’ll just gloat about it all the time, and all you’ll hear is “We’re number one, we’re number one!” and they’ll be really annoying about it, and really, you should just vote for me, because shut up already, terrorists!

So vote for me.  It will make you feel good.  Even if it doesn’t, it will make me feel good.  And that’s what’s really important.  That’s really why you’re doing it.

And also, the terrorist thing I was talking about.

Yours in Tumors, Tirades, and Bacon,

Angry Black Lady and Nate Dogg

***No it’s not.

[UPDATE: Please don't nominate me for categories that I don't fit into.  The rules say they will disqualify me!  And if I get disqualified that means I am exactly not the winner of the black part of the Internet!]

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Did somebody say SCOTCH CHOCOLATE BAR!?!?!

Jesus H. Bieber.

Is that Maldon salt on top?! I bet it is. Sweet Mary mother of scotch.

What in the name of chocolate covered Jesus is going on around here?  I don’t have a wine purse. I don’t have a wine glass that can hold an entire bottle of wine.  And I sure as hell don’t have a scotch chocolate bar!

So, I’m just sitting here wondering, WHY THE HELL NOT!?

Apparently there’s a company called BonBon Bar that decided to start making single malt scotch candy bars, and didn’t bother to tell me about it.

What the fuck?!  Don’t these people know that scotch runs through my veins?!  Does anyone around here know me?  I need to speak to a supervisor.

Here’s a link to Urban Daddy where you can buy scotch chocolate bars at 40% off for the next 3 days, 23 hours, 25 minutes, and [last I checked] 20 seconds.  [There's a countdown... I don't know whether it's final or not  ::rimshot::]

Ok it’s probably like 18 seconds now.

Now it’s probably 15 seconds.

OH MY GOD I’M WASTING PRECIOUS SECONDS WRITING THIS POST FOR YOU PEOPLE WHEN I COULD BE OUT BUYING ALL THE SCOTCH CHOCOLATE BARS IN ALL THE LAND!!!!!11111one

I gotta go.

P.S. They make bourbon chocolate bars and s’mores rum candy bars and… oh just go look for yourself.  No seriously.  I gotta go.

(H/T mme marbles!)


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Kids Don’t Like Bieber Either

If you hate Justen Bever [sic] SINE!1

Angry Black commenter and friend SeaKat took this picture at her daughter’s summer day camp.  This is the kind of picture that restores your faith in humanity, isn’t it?

[Ear and/or eyemuff your children if you're going to click after the jump. And if you're letting your kids read my blog, there's something wrong with your mind-head]

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Are you a Farty McFarty Pants? Try Subtle Butt Disposable Gas Neutralizers!

Because people are tired of smelling your ass.

Is there anything worse than working in an office, letting a little stinker out only to have someone walk into your office to hand you a document or invite you for coffee?  Is there anything worse than walking into someone’s office after they clearly have released the gaseous demons, and having to pretend like you don’t notice the stank?  So you stand there trying to act normal, and trying to talk while not breathing in through your nose, and you end up sounding like you have a sinus infection.

Okay, fine, there are a lot of things that are worse.  Like BPSpencer PrattAnimal crueltyJustin BieberImproper grammarEd Hardy.  Still, swamp ass is up there on the List of Things That Suck.

Negotiating office gassy ass is tricky.

Sometimes office workers fart behind closed doors, but then they realize that they’re just going to be stewing in their own stink, so they crack their office door open,  hoping the odious smell will seep out into the hallway, and then someone in a nearby cubicle will get blamed.

Speaking of cubicles, they are a breeding ground for anonymous air biscuits, aren’t they?  All that open space with all those people crammed together?  When someone drops a bomb, it’s impossible to tell from whence the stench came.

You just sit there looking around, trying to catch the eye of as many people as you can, so you can give them the “it wasn’t me” look.

Maybe you frown and wave your hand in front of your nose, or pinch your nose to indicate that, yes, something smells in here, but no it wasn’t me because if it was me, why the fuck would I be pinching my nose and waving my hand in front of my nose while frowning?!

Suddenly everyone is looking around, eyes darting from person to person while frantically waving their hands in front of their faces until some guy in the back busts out laughing and everyone looks at him with that look — you know the one that’s usually accompanied by that “wah waaaaah!” sound — but no one is mad because he knows he did it and we love that guy anyway.

Maybe there’s some smarmy asshat with a corner office and you just can’t stand him because he’s so patronizing, and never does any work, he just talks about his super sweet ‘stache all day, and also because no, it is not your job to fix the damn printer!  PC Load Letter?  What the fuck does that mean?   So maybe you have a beef and cheese burrito for lunch, and maybe after lunch you sneak into Smarmy Guy’s office and crop dust the entire area before walking away while whistling a jaunty tune.

Or maybe you’re in an elevator full of people and as you’re exiting the elevator, you let loose an air assault, reveling in the fact that those sad jerks will be standing in a virtually airtight space, glaring at one another, trying to ferret out the pooty perp.

Or maybe you’re a Sphincter Whistler, letting a slow and steady stream of gas exit your fanny as you go about your daily life, not realizing that everyone knows you as “that girl who always smells like ass” or “that guy who wears too much colon cologne.”

I had to update this post to include this amazing picture. (H/T Eric!)

And then there are those who I like to call “gas ‘n go goblins1:  People who walk briskly hither and yon, leaving a trail of toxic tears in their wake.  I  don’t like those people.  Nobody likes those people.

So, if you see your friend Jim walking briskly down the hallway, and you call out, “Hey, Jim!” and Jim just sort of nods at you and keeps on walking even though you’re totally yelling, “Hey, dude!  Wait up!” Well, amigo, Jim is totally crop dusting, so best stop following his stinky ass.

Well, these problems will soon be a thing of the past.  Never fear, citizens!  There’s a solution for your gaseous gurglers and your windy woes!  Introducing, the subtle butt disposable gas neutralizer!

“I use them on airplanes, after a chili meal, and even on my dog,” Kim Olenicoff, founder of Solutions That Stick, told me from the floor of Cosmoprof North America. “Some customers have even told me that it’s saved their marriage!,” she spilled. “People with IBS and food allergies definitely gravitate toward these, too.”

And just in case you’re not convinced, here’s a video that seems far too scientific for a layperson to understand:

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